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She Who Laughed At Death“Kadara?” a voice called to the lioness standing on a mound watching the sun rise slowly over the mountains before her. She was beautiful, adorned with gold and silver, yet she was mighty also. Scars littered her light tan pelt.She Who Laughed At Death by Roselynn1214
Kadara turned to see a lion that was impossibly black with a mane and eyes to match. She knew who it was, Death. He could look like anything he wished, but he chose the form of Kadara’s kind to act as some sort of comfort. It wasn’t as he couldn’t control his fur, mane, or eye color, and it made Death look like on of the demons Kadara had always been taught to fear. She knew what he wanted from her, but she had no intention to give it. “Who are you?” the clever lioness asked, trying to sound sincere, knowing it would irritates Death for someone to not know him.
And it did. As soon as she asked it his face changed. Like dropping a stone in a pool of water, Death’s expression went from calm to shock and a hint of an